Roger Waters The Wall
You could be forgiven for thinking that Roger is telling you where he’s urinating with that almighty lack of punctuation – but no, this is the soundtrack album to the recent concert/documentary film where Roger Waters takes what is his – his album, his concept, his film – and recycles, with some success.
In fact I loved the film but where that had me remembering all the good parts of The Wall and the good times around listening to it/discovering it, in that way that rose-tinted nostalgia does, the album mostly has me thinking the very worst.
As with the concert it’s the second half that really resonates, the versions of Nobody Home, Vera and Bring The Boys Back Home are stirring, leading into the always tour-de-force Comfortably Numb and the whole “Trial” scene, though hackneyed, somehow succeeds here.
It’s odd. The first half – the first album/disc if you like, is the flaccid and turgid part. And as the years piled up I felt the opposite on occasional listens to the Pink Floyd version of The Wall.
You won’t be swayed by this either way though. Roger can continue to water his Wall. And if you choose to interpret that as him pissing on his own legacy well, whatever. It’s his. And if you bought a ticket to the event, or wished you had, then you’ll have already watched the film – as souvenir, or will be about to. And you’ll have this too.
If you loathe Floyd’s most bloated excess then you’re not interested in this at all anyway.